Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mauritius and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fatback Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.